Writing
Posts & reflections.
Since 2005.
Twenty-three
I favor the elegiac: feelings to be plumbed, questions to ask, and the inevitable melancholy when both resolve.
What We Forget
Memory has become strangely unreliable, not all at once and not catastrophically, but by slow degrees that would be easy to excuse if they did not…
I Can Hear It Again
It's been a hot minute, years really.
Zoo!
We were on our way home when Grace exclaimed, "I read it, I read it. It says zoo! But the sign is wrong. It should have an exclamation mark at the…
Why My Kids Are Better Than Anything
People who know me are aware that I am an incorrigible nerd. I am fascinated by things that bore many to tears. I have encyclopedic knowledge of…
In The Quiet of our Room
We can hear all of the little snorts and grunts and coos and cries.
Squishy
Nora is squishy. Squishy nose, cheeks, and arms. She is long and pink and surprisingly non-squishy in places you would expect a nine-plus pound baby…
Nora
Salutations Nora.
Today Is The Day
Nine months and a handful of days have brought us here: the apex of the wait, the realization of hopes and prayers. For now, the excitement and…
I Magic
Colleen decided it was time to start potty training Julia. Juju has expressed an interest, but lacked the focus to follow through.
Failure to Launch
I am a perfectionist -- in the worst possible way.
Yes We Can
Yes, we did. Major news networks have announced, what will become, the 44th president of the United States of America: Barack Obama. I am pleased as…